Reflect

I hate to reflect,

On years of neglect,

Nothing exciting to expect,

Except to win a good bet.

The hospitals are wrecked

A huge World War 2 debt,

We can never forget,

Being forced to face death.

So what is up next,

My last year on this wreck,

I'm a class A suspect,

An act of legalese to respect.

So I choose and select,

So many half finished projects,

A crap World to dissect,

Keep our leaders spot checked.

So I write and inspect,

All the lies I detect,

The evil I expect,

And sinners dots to connect.

Brain full of intellect,

A legacy to protect,

Don't want to die in regret,

So I'm pressing reset.

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